[ It's interesting to watch him. She still isn't quite sure how to think of him. Is he her chaperone or the other way around? She doesn't think she's ever seen an adult take something so mundane so seriously. The word "homunculus" comes to mind: artificial humans supposedly crafted and immature, made solely for the purposes of the magi who made them and locked away or sheltered when not in use. She's never met one herself, but she feels that if she did, maybe they would be a bit like Amos.
In any case, she's glad he doesn't seem bored. The cat isn't bored either; it chases the toy as it swings into Amos's care, paying no mind to who's wielding it. It begins to leap and pounce, ramping up its attempts to slap the toy to hell.
As she watches the two of them, she isn't quite sure what possesses her to ask, ]
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In any case, she's glad he doesn't seem bored. The cat isn't bored either; it chases the toy as it swings into Amos's care, paying no mind to who's wielding it. It begins to leap and pounce, ramping up its attempts to slap the toy to hell.
As she watches the two of them, she isn't quite sure what possesses her to ask, ]
Do you want to give her a name?